Visiting Paris gave me the feeling I belonged to this city, so when I left I felt like I was leaving a part of me and I wanted to come back as soon as I can. That’s why I’m going again this week, but in the meanwhile I gather up here a bunch of pictures of my trip in May.

While strolling through Quartiere Latino, I entered in this church of which I don’t remember the name. I was struck to see this one-of-a-kind of decoration, a cross made with heart-shaped ex voto. Later I realize that this was the only church I saw in Paris (except for Sainte Chapelle which is deconsecrated) and it sounds strange to a church-lover like me. Probably there’s a reason for this, but I’m still trying to find the answer…

relics in a chapel of the church

detail of Arc du triomphe du carrousel

Jeanne Lanvin’ home inside Musée des Arts décoratifs.

The Museum of Decorative Arts is so interesting that deserves alone a one day visit. The best part is the Belle Epoque one, but the museum also has a section with a lot of Art Deco furnitures. Thanks to Aurore I know I couldn’t miss Jeanne Lanvin original home.

Belle Epoque beds

Valtesse de la Bigne’s bed is one of the few things from the courtans havings that still remain to us. To know more about this courtesan read Louise post about her here.

Musée Carnevalet is probably one of the most beautiful museum I’ve ever seen. It took me two days to see every room. I’m going to post more pictures in the future, even though it’s very hard to choose.

While raining, I was able to take a stroll inside Montparnasse Cemetery where I found Charles Baudelaire and Serge Gainsbourg’s graves. I also looked for Huysmans’s grave, but I couldn’t find it.

Charles Baudelaire’s grave. May you, my poet, rest in peace.

Serge Gainsbourg’s grave

I spent an entire day visiting Versailles. It surely deserves more than one post, but I can already tell you that the part that I loved the most was the The Queen’s Hamlet ( Hameau de la Reine), so intime and dreamy.

I couldn’t end better my Paris trip visiting Louise Ebel‘s home. After having seen Victor Hugo’s home, Gustave Moreau’s home and others house-museums, it came natural to me taking pictures of her place which seems like a museum. It was dark and I only had my mobile phone so pictures are very fuzzy.

I only have good things to say about this truly beautiful girl. I first met her in Rome few months ago and she reveals not only as a beautiful girl, like she always appear in her blog, but also a lovely, kind, available and delicate person. The fact is that her grace and the pureness are disarming. She also has a deep knowledge of Belle Epoque period and courtans so we chatted a lot about our passions and I felt like we knew each other since ages.

On the wall one can see written “Oser. Vouloir. Savoir. Se-taire”, the words that Marchesa Luisa Casati wrote in her villa in Capri and that Louise saw through my post.

This is the little wall where Louise collects little religious medals. Unaware of that, when she came to Rome I gifted her the medal on the top-left and she put it here.